monsters and romantics

how does one reconcile the delicate dreams of a poet and the overt disdain for life within a killer co-existing sharing the same air the same blood the same thoughts 'such a peculiar strand' our makers ponder and in their hope that we not be removed filter us with dna so that we may displace our sometimes monstrous ways only this mutation could produce an intertwined anomaly capable of producing the beauty of starry nights and the violence of self mutilation undying love for another and hatred for oneself from our beginnings we have survived amongst those whose greed dominates their lives whose egos drive their existence while others are lost without the love and warmth of another's heart another's soul to share in their dreams strange strand we are a mystery to our makers

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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